"scar tissue"
its cadence broke where skin forgets
— a calcified perimeter of white.
It wears the vigilant malice of oaks,
Concealing bone beneath creaking armour,
A mask smelted slowly in the forge of light
To keep its soft, interior beast from harm or
Unwelcome touch; a shell grown tight and stark,
Dividing living tissue from dark forces.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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